A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“No. Why?”
I could not make myself explain.
I opened my door with the apartment key and went straight to the bedroom.
Nothing was overturned.
The mirror that concealed the wall safe hung straight.
The bedspread had the crease I had smoothed into it the day before.
For a moment, I felt relief so strong it almost made me laugh.
Then I used my secured duplicate key to open the safe.